THAT LUSTER BY SUZAN A’ALYOOWAN
TRANSLATED BY: H.I. AL-MUHAIRI
She’s grown old;
her voice no longer reaches them.
Who said that she sings for them?
It’s enough for her to have one listener:
in the night’s hollow hall,
a moon with a few teeth
is reclining on his violin.
He sneezes severely
between a song and another,
shooting her stars on her dress and hair,
returning back to her that luster.